i am the wooden doors

• agalloch'un the mantle albumunden bir $arki.
  sozleri:
  
  when all is withered and torn
  and all has perished and fallen
  these great wooden doors shall remain closed. . .
  
  when the heart is a grave filled with blood
  and the soul is a cold and haunted shall of lost hope
  when the voice of pride has been silenced
  and dignity's fires are but cinders
  . . .their grandeur shall remain untainted
  
  it is this grandeur that protects the spirit within
  from the plight of this broken world, from the wounds in her song
  i wish to die with my will and spirit intact
  the will that inspired me to write these words
  seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors